Genesis Bahamut Novels & Stories

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

The second I walked in, I knew her. Martha. Same healer from before. The one James bribed in my last life. Swapped my newborn for Emily's and swore up and down that mutt was mine. "Luna, don't worry," she said, all sugar, stepping in close. "I'll take good care of you and your pup."

She once tried to confide in her best friend and sibling Binta, but the 5th generation children were constantly under watch and even if she did succeeded in disclosing her dreams to her, she doubted Binta would know what to do about it. They were simply known as the 5th generation children or Meta-human prototypes, Omo Abami, and other numerous names given to them by the different staffs of Darwin Regeneration and Evolutionary Genetics alias D.R.E.G.S Labs. With another groan, she forced her body out of bed to wash.

"To create a chimera." "Worse," Maya corrected, pulling up the final encrypted text file. She swiped it across the screen, highlighting a specific paragraph at the bottom of the Coalition manifesto. I leaned closer, my golden eyes scanning the bright white text. Project Genesis. Goal: Synthetic Aurelian Synthesis. Hypothesis: The Aurelian strain possesses absolute immunity to hierarchy mechanics. By fusing the dominant traits of thirty regional Alphas into a blank, biological vessel, the resulting subject will achieve kinetic and neurological parity with the extinct Aurelian bloodline. Status: Gestation complete. Awaiting awakening protocol.

The beacon shimmered in the night sky like a warning flare, silent, haunting, and unmistakably engineered. Back at the safehouse, Alma paced like a caged wolf. Her fingers still trembled from the data purge. Though they had crippled Echo Station, Voss wasn’t dead. He’d just moved. “Project Genesis,” Ember whispered, eyes fixed on the coordinates flickering on the stolen Phoenix tablet. “He didn’t just build one backup. He built a chain of them. Each one more dangerous than the last.”

“Initiating ‘Chimera Protocol’. Re-sequencing genetic structure for combat optimization.” “Wait, re-sequencing?” Scarlett slammed her hand against the control panel. “No! Just heal the wounds! Do not alter his DNA!” “Negative, Navigator. The subject’s primary function is war. The damage to his biological shell requires a system reboot. Suppressing higher brain functions to accelerate regeneration.” Inside the tank, Caleb’s eyes snapped open. But they weren't gold anymore. They were a flat, lifeless silver—the color of a machine. He didn't scream. He thrashed.

"I mean, I'm sure Gran will help me figure it out." "Your grandmother is quite powerful and knowledgeable, Genesis, but I doubt she'd be able to help in this case." With my confused stare, he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Genesis, you were partially shifted the last time I saw you. I'm pretty sure your suddenly crazy power is because of the Oculus, a werewolf relic."

Nora said. "And there should be no fights between Alice and Nora. Both of you should keep your hatred for one and another locked in," Reggie said. They all joined their hands together. "To unity," they said. "Let's start with this, Fred you saw the body first, even though it was decapitated, is it possible you could get a clear image of the face so Reggie would draw?" Nora asked. "I could try," Fred shrugged. Nora brought out a pencil and paper from her backpack. She handed them to Reggie.

I ask. "Won't give their name. But based on their abilities—" Morrison's voice goes flat, "—we think it might be Project One." The first subject Genesis ever enhanced. The template they used to create all the others. Including me. "Well," I say into the shocked silence. "At least our lives aren't boring?”